Sonnets Round the Coast by H. D. Rawnsley |
 |
| I. |
 | II. |
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. | IV.
KYNANCE COVE. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| XIX. |
| XX. |
| XXI. |
| XXII. |
| XXIII. |
| XXIV. |
| XXV. |
| XXVI. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
 | Sonnets Round the Coast |  |
24
IV. KYNANCE COVE.
We passed through primrose scent and orchis bloom,And gained a moorland overblown and drear,
But still the lark made music at our ear,
And sunny furze forbade a moment's gloom;
Then heard we a rememberable boom,
And caught a glimpse of water, emerald clear,
And down the rough-hewn steps we went with cheer
To claim the fisher's ocean-breathèd room.
But the sea called us and we could not stay,
And forth we strolled in that new wonder-land
To where the old-world rocky lions lay,
Their wave-wet haunches glistening o'er the sand,
And all the cliffs about us seemed to say
We bade men sing, We schooled the painter's hand.
| Sonnets Round the Coast | |